Zakopane-check. Slovakia-check. Czech Republic? check. (Skiing in the Jeseníky Mountains)
February 25, 2010
When my family invited me to go skiing in the Czech Republic, of course I said yes! My uncle’s family is from Nysa, a city in the Southwest of Poland (near the Czech border) and he’s been crossing the border to go skiing since he was a kid. And since everyone’s home for winter break, we packed up the car, made the 2.5 hour drive to Nysa, dropped off stuff at my uncle’s family home and then made our way across the border to go skiing!
Right after we crossed the Czech border, my uncle asked me, “So Monica, do you feel any different now?” And I jokingly said “absolutely.” But there was some truth in it… there were two major differences I noticed right away: the roads were better and the architecture was different. In terms of architecture– Polish houses in the mountains have a very particular look, with pitched roofs, even a specific range of colors. And maybe because of the angled roofs, the houses appear more… delicate? I don’t think that’s the right word, but compared to Czech houses or even Slovakian houses, they are optically lighter. Here are some Czech houses I snapped a picture of from the car.
It was so sunny and clear on our way to the mountains, but once we started driving up the windy roads, the fog set in.
The trees were incredible– all covered in snow and ice. They looked like hunched-over figures, ironically reminiscent of Magdalena Abakanowicz’s abakans…. but covered in a white blanket of snow.
The first day, we checked out Červenohorské sedlo… really nice trails, but it was so foggy! You could barely see 10 feet in front of you. But it was absolutely gorgeous.
The second day, we decided to switch it up and ski on another slope–Ramzová. I really liked this slope, too.
All was going well until we skiied down to the bottom of the slope and found that the chair lifts were temporarily closed … a tree had fallen on the line!!
But about 30 minutes later, everything was back up and running.
To ski down the longest trail, you first had to take the chair lifts up, and then hop on a poma the rest of the way. It was so beautiful up there, with the sun just starting to push through the fog.
It was a great two days!